I was inspired. Based on The Little Hero Au on Tumblr created by the amazing pixelzq. Go check it out.
Tony is 16. Bruce is 12. Clint is 13.
Bruce followed Tony around the lab, face burning, as he picked up bits and pieces of the now-broken Iron Man glove. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msor-"
"Bruce." Tony interupted. "If the next words out of your mouth are I, am, or sorry, I will lock you out of the lab for a week." He rolled his eyes and took the remains of the glove from Bruce before turning around and shoving them into a drawer. "It's not a big deal." He said after he turned back around.
Bruce blinked. "Wait, y-you're not mad?" This was new. People usually got mad when he broke things, especially when he Hulked out. No, don't think about that. Focus. Right, the glove. It started out innocently enough. Tony needed help with reloading the blaster or something like that. Bruce didn't really know. Hey may have been a genius but he was 12, and Tony's slang made it hard to follow what he said half the time. Either way, there were some mishaps regarding a type of lighter fluid and, well…kaboom.
"-And that was just a prototype so it doesn't really matter at this point."
Bruce snapped out of his thoughts when Tony motioned for him to follow him to the "medi-wing" as Clint had taken to calling it. It was more or less just a corner of the lab that was kept dangerous chemical free. It was stocked with various medicines, gauzes, and anti-poisons. Anything a building full of super-powered kids would need if they got hurt. Or if Tony blew something up.
Bruce followed Tony over to the corner and tried to hold in his slight squeak when Tony lifted him on to the makeshift examination table. "What are you doing!"
Tony smirked. "Sorry Big Guy, but Pepper's orders. Every time we make something go boom, I gotta make sure you're not hurt." He began poking at Bruce's arm. "Hurt?"
Bruce shook his head.
"Now?" He poked his shoulder.
Another head shake.
Tony poked at his stomach. "Now?"
Bruce jumped and subconsciously scooted away from the teen genius. "No."
Tony flashed a look of surprise before a look of realization crossed his face. He poked at Bruce's stomach again, and again the younger boy jumped back. This continued until Bruce hit the wall behind him. Tony continued his attack on Bruce, moving from his stomach to his neck, making the bespectacled boy squirm and laugh.
"A-alright." Bruce choked out between laughs. "I give!"
Tony stopped his attack with a smirk. "Hell yeah you do." He ruffled Bruce's hair and pulled him into a hug. Bruce squeaked again at the suddenness before hugging back.
Tony smiled into Bruce's hair. "Not mad just fyi.I'm about 97 percent sure I will never be mad at you." He said passingly.
Bruce smiled back and leaned into the older teen. "I know."
Comment, favorite, bla bla bla.